Which girl does Clara choose for a good time?

So many girls, so little time!

As Clara lay her cutlery aside, she studied her options as they continued to serve the room.

There was a tall, ginger one. Pale skin, with flaming-red hair and a slender figure. Her damp skin sparkled under the bright lights, and Clara chewed her lip as she pictured herself tickling those ten small toes.

Across the room, the shorter, blonde girl was smiling weakly as she engaged in conversation with a guest, a blush spread across her cheeks. Clara stretched her hands out in front of her and closed one eye, gauging whether they'd be able to cup the blonde girl's heaving breasts.

Another pair of bouncing boobs distracted Clara. The black girl was carrying a tray purposely towards the kitchen, and the brunette licked her lips as she watched the retreating butt. Her hands itched; how they longed to slap those cheeks until they were as red as the ones on her face.

And finally there was the raven-haired girl. She seemed more embarrassed than the other three combined, but that only served to make her appear cuter. A smile broke across Clara's face as mischievous thoughts passed through her mind. Oh yes, if this was the girl she chose, Clara would enjoy herself very much. The mystery that lay between her legs looks like it was a good one.

It was an impossible choice, but finally, Clara made her mind up.

"A very good choice, Clara," her host laughed when Clara explained her decision. "When she's finished here, I'll have her brought to your room."

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Clara paced around, unable to sit still. She was too excited about what was to come. There was no clock in the room, so Clara didn't know how long she had been waiting. It was already taking all of her self restraint not to pleasure herself just at the thought of what she was going to do to her poor victim.

The brunette jumped and beamed when there was a knock on the door.

It was time.